You wanna freak a dog right the hell out? When he whines to be let in, come to the door wearing one of these.
No, I wasn’t (just) playing Doomsday Prepper. For reasons lost in the foggy mists of time, I own two full-face respirators. Because that sounds a little less freaky than “gas mask.” As I recall, the reason I own two is that I bought a good one online without ascertaining if I could wear it with glasses. Turned out I couldn’t, and I never got around to buying a prescription insert. So when the opportunity presented I just got another, not as nice, that would accommodate specs.
Regular readers know I’m paranoid about fire in the Secret Lair. So I’ve always kept the mask I could actually wear ready in a bag in the loft, in case I woke up to a cabin full of smoke. It would take me time to get my leg on and my creaky self down the ladder, and I’d like a chance to remain conscious while that happens. That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it.
My neighbor GC Guy has a whole bunch of big Rolls Surrette batteries in a very tiny powershed. Sunday he was equalizing the batteries, and so filled that little powershed with fumes that he hasn’t felt quite right since. On hearing the story, I thought about this extra mask. Then it suddenly occurred to me that since I got my eyeballs sculpted I can actually get around pretty well without glasses as long as you don’t ask me to read anything. So I could switch to the mask I actually paid serious money for. If, you know, I wanted to.
Happens that mask has just been decor on a bookshelf for the past couple of years, so it was really dusty. Cleaned it off, spun my only good canister filter onto it, and was just
playing with it adjusting the straps when Ghost wanted in.
That is, he wanted in until I opened the door. Then suddenly he wasn’t so sure…